#there is nothing i wouldnt fo for that man

[sunasbabie]

i am a complete whore for suna 😔

[mayearies]

✩ ABC’S

sfw alphabet with miles g. genre: fluffy hcs

—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?) pretty affectionate with his s/o even if he can be awkward sometimes, takes some time getting close to someone again. if you’re in public, he would mainly hold your hand. maybe sneak in a hug or kiss once in a while if he’s feelin’ handsy. when recieving affection, he’s always open towards it. even if it makes him a little embarassed at moments (mainly in public).

—‘B’ IS FOR BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestie?) once he get comfy with you, he the type to play with you but also have serious talks to. he would like to stay close to you and hang out with you a lot. he’s also really good at rps (rock paper scissors) and shadow boxing, you gettin’ bodied fo sho ‼️

—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (what is their cuddling schedule?) he likes contact with you, preferably skin to skin so expect his hands up your back or your stomach. he can be both a big spoon or a little spoon, he just wants to hold you (he will be a little spoon most times which you will tease him about). one cuddle sesh a day is required for him to function.

“baby? where’s my hugs n’ kisses? you aint mad at me, right?”

—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (settling down? how will they be helping out around?) he would wait to get a fiancée, let alone a wife. but of course he would want to settle down with you. he loves you. a pretty decent home cook, nothing special. he would watch his ma make pasteles so it’s one of the dishes he can perfect. he tolerates cleaning. doesnt like it but doesn’t fully hate it.

—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (how does breaking up go?) would absolutely try to avoid arguments all he can. depends on the reason why you two are splitting, but he will spill his feelings about the relationship out to you. in his head. he doesn’t enjoy speaking his thoughts very much and just feels it’ll escalate shit. though, he would wish you well.

—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (how committed are they to you?) puts his commitment to you over anything else. though he claims he is not in a rush to marry you and that it could wait, but at the same time he be talkin’ about baby names and what a dream it would be to marry someone like you.

—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (how gentle are they?) he’s gentle on most occasions. his rbf and cold aura can be misleading. the craves your touch and your kisses. however, he can be a little on the rough side. for example, his mental state. it isn’t the best with his dad being dead and being the prowler, but you make it more bearable with just your presence. he can also be on the rougher side by squeezing places he knows only belong to him (neck, thighs, waist, etc.)

—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (how does their hugging schedule work?) he dont mind them. he just dont like the long ones. makes him uncomfortable in some way. he doesn’t do them that often, but when he does they’re really memorable and soft.

—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (how quick do they say i love you?) waits a little long before pulling the big ‘l word’. i wouldnt describe him as head over heels for you, but he’s in love.

—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (what are they like when they’re jealous?) oh boy, can this man get jealous. like, hella jealous. if someone so much as stare too long at you, he’ll glare at them while bringing you closer towards him. touching you? a line nobody can cross. that shit is a death wish. his mami, not yours.

—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (how does their kiss schedule work?) hold me back i finna go wild on this one. though you’re probably his first relationship like ever, he didnt know how to kiss at first. as time went on though, his kisses got really passionate and filled with longing. everytime he kisses you, he misses you just a little bit less cause he knows you’re here. you’re here to stay. you’re his. he would kiss you anywhere. your least favorite part? kissed. your favorite part? consider it done, bae. he likes cheek kisses a lot. he doesn’t know why, though. he also really likes looking at your eyes when he’s done kissing you, he likes eye contact in general. if you are avoiding it or simply looking away from him, he’ll snap his fingers in your face and hold your chin as you turn towards him.

“ma. look at me. i won’t ask twice.”

—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (how are they around kids?) not a fan of kids, they’re too noisy. he’s really awkward with them because he internally just thinks they’re little brats, but he also knows they’re stupid. his kid though? he will adore them so fucking much you might have to separate him.

—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (how do your morning routines go?) he wakes up whenever you wake up. your morning routine is basically his, only that he adds a few more steps to it. those ‘few more steps’ being holding you for a solid five or so minutes before you carry on with your early rising.

—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (how does your night routine go?) much like the mornings, his night routine is similar to yours. except, sometimes you dont even finish the whole thing because he wants your time and attention to himself before he drifts off to sleep.

—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (when will they become more personal?) probably on the third or fourth date. the first two he would want to know more about you. but, he would drop little things he was interested in too.

—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (how patient are they?) he doesn’t get upset that easily, with you atleast. don’t push him too far with your smart mouth, though. that’s what can really piss him off sometimes.

“the fuck you think you talkin’ to? tone down that attitude fo’ me.”

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (how much would they remember about you?) he would remember the things that intrugied him about you, but he wouldnt remember every single thing. that’s how he knew what to buy you if he wanted to surprise you.

—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (whats their favorite moment?) he loves them all equally, frankly if he had to choose he couldn’t.

—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (how protective are they?) pretty fuckin’ protective of you. and you love it. sometimes, he would stalk you just to see how you were doing or if you were okay. he just doesn’t want to lose someone again, he hopes you understand.

—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (how much effort do they put into your relationship?) he tries to make an effort into planning dates but those plans often get spoiled by his alter. he will always make it up to you, though. no matter what.

—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (whats one of their flaws?) lying. he doesnt like to lie to you, but it keeps you safe. it got to the point where he would lie about little things on accident, like taking out the trash.

—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (how insecure are they about their looks?) not a lot. if you think he looks good, then he looks good. sometimes he wonders how he even managed to pull someone like you.

“whatever, amor. if you think i look good, then i look good. whatever you say goes.”

—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (would they feel incomplete without you?) yes. nothing more.

—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (random hc about them?) he behaves like a cat sometimes without even knowing it.

—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (whats something they dont like in a partner?) he probably doesnt like loud noises. yes, he does ride a motorcycle but he probably wears earplugs to help with the noise.

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (what are their sleeping habits?) he’s naturally a light sleeper, so anything faint could wake him up. something he does when you sleep with him is that he would hold you so close and tight that you once had a dream you fell and broke your back. and a actually felt that pain in real life. yikes. another habit he has is playing with your hair subconciously and muttering things about you in his sleep. you both have woken up to it multiple times.

© mayeluvsu 1610 version

[verysanebsdfan]

My favs x bday!reader

Saiki Kusuo (the disastrous life of saiki k), Muichiro Tokito (demon slayer), Killua Zoldyck (hunter x hunter), Neuvillette(genshin impact), Dazai Osamu (bungo stray dogs), our!Ciel Phantomhive (black butler) (seperately) x bday!reader

Synopsis: them with s/o who has birthday, how they celebrate, what do they do etc.

Notes: IT'S MY BDAY GUYSSS!!! I honestly wanna go back to being a little child, but oh well, i still have a few years. probably contains grammatical errors but oh well. not proofread. Am I happy with it? no. Am I gonna publish this? absolutely. i also wanted to include Bram Stoker from bsd but my brain was blank and i had no ideasss :((

cw: none i think?

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Saiki Kusuo:

Would not make you a surprise party, but i feel like he would buy you your favourite cake, pastry, sweets, snack...just something that he know would make you happy. Nothing extravagant, just an average present, from an average guy. It's the thought that counts<3 Would like to spend some quality time with you, but if you wanna hang out with friends or spend time with family, he doesnt mind. He would make sure everything goes smoothly and you would be safe tho<3 Prolly wouldnt make a big deal out of this...It is just birthday after all, but he loves to see you happy soo<3

Happy birthday y/n...i hope you like the (favourite dessert) i got you

Muichiro Tokito:

It really depends, if you are a demon slayer, you would maybe have private training session, and a cute lunch on a break. Now if you aren't a demon slayer (condolences) he'd make time for you'd watch clouds together, eat lunch and spend some time together, but he is busy so... :( I bet he was smiling teh rest fo teh day though :3

Look...that clouds looks just like (favourite animal)...happy birthday y/n...i love you

Killua Zoldyck:

Thinks celebrating something like an anniversary of your birth is stupid :3 Would definitely ask Gon for gift ideas<3 Now, if you are helping Gon find his dad too, I feel like you two would end up having a play fight of a sort? Yk, to train your nen:3 But if you dont, or its already some time after the og plot line, he'd take you on a date, and give you choco robots! Tease you a little too!

look at yourself, in a few years, i wont even be able to call you a baby :3 is it just me or youre even more beatiful? must come witha age:3 Happy Birthday silly:3

Neuvillette:

Humans celebrate the anniversary of their birth? Why? He asks, why celebrate being even closer to death. It scared him...your death...It's so close, yet so far. When you explained him that it's to commemorate your past years, and celebrate what's to come. he understood, after all, humans have only finite amount of years to live, so he was going to make yours the best possible. He would clear up his schedule, or at least try. He would get you flowers and then he would take you to a romantic dinner to the finest restaurant in all of Fontaine, and then to a romantic walk by the shore, to watch otters (:3) He hopes many of these so called birthdays of yours would come.

Mon amour...we should do this more often, not only on special occasions...I love you so much...and these..."birthdays" only remind me of...future without you...

Dazai Osamu:

My man will ask you to commit double suicide i am not even joking. Honestly would either not gaf about your birthday or would be really attentive and romantic and i cannot decide.

Would you be willing to commit double suicide with me, on this important day? *smack*

our!Ciel Phantomhive:

It's not like i am lazy to write, but it's really hard to think of anything okay. I believe you would have tea party. A lot of Earl grey tea, a lot of sweets...and chess or other board games. You will just spend quality time with him...and technically Sebastian too, since he will be tending to your needs, and preparing all the food :3

Happy birthday dearest, i hope the cake is to your liking, i had Sebastian prepare it out of the finest ingredients

[not-quite-girl-nor-quite-boy]

I cant promise any sort of consintancy between length of things but idk man lets just go with it. I enjoy writing so im just gonna do it to any extent i please. I am probably going to make most of it whumpy because thats what i enjoy but feel free to request anything youd like. Of course there will be some absolute tooth rotting fluff here and there, like today's :) ((whopsy almost forgot my possesive apostrophe, my englishe teacher mother would have my kneecaps let me tell you(((speaking of which i have not proofread and have not checked any of the grammar or spelling, so sorry xxx)))

Have fun <3

Suptober promt #1: maze/maize.

~Destiel~(Cass and the Winchesters are buddies but cass isnt exactly clear on feelings and how feelings work.)

"CAS!" Dean called as suddenly cass appeared in front of him.

"Yes, dean what is it! What happened!" Cass questioned concerned and alert, ready for any threat that affronts him. His eyes shooting from sam to dean sitting in opposite chairs at the little table in the motel room trying to find the threat in need of defeating.

"What? Nothing, why?" Dean asked in response.

"You called for me?" He asked his voice dripping with confusion, his head turned to a tilt.

"Yes..." Sam inquired.

"You only call for me when you need something. Is something happening?" Cass asked. Sam and dean locked eyes guiltily realising only in that moment how true that statement really was. Sam decided to try and stear the conversation away from that point while dean was peicing himself together.

"Yeah buddy, everythings fine. We- we just-" sam started. Dean redonned his mask and jumped back into the conversation.

"Sam youre butchuring it." He said looking at sam before standing and making intense eye contact with cass. He put his hands on his shoulders and locked eyes eliciting a slight blush from cass who had been developing feelings for dean as much as it defied his angel wiring. He had come to terms that feelings were ok and that they were acceptable but he didnt come accross them naturally nor did he understand how they worked. Dean continued his thought with the same intensity "there is a very important event happening right here in town. There is nothing else on for a while so... will you, castiel, angel of the lord, come with us to... the MAZE MAIZE!?!?"

If anything Castiel's confused face intensified as his crinkled crows feet continued to develop.

"Its a corn maze they make em some times dean really made it sound much bigger than it is. Its fun though and we havent been to one since we were kids and hey, its nebraska there isnt a lot of places here where corn isnt. Its pretty much just a laugh but its a good part of human culture education so we thought why not? Deans pretty excited as you can see." Sam explained gesturing to dean who had not let go of cass nor broken eye contact.

"Yes i can see that. But to reiterate, why am i here?" Cass asked.

"Come with us man." Dean joked clapping him on the shoulder.

"Why?" Cass asked.

"Its fun cass! Come on, please, come with us?" Dean asked.

"Of course. Anything for Dean Winchester." He nodded not realising how flustered that made him.

"All right then." Sam clapped trying to cut through the sexual tension in the air with the sound. "We gonna go?" He asked standing and pushing the chair out from under him as he stood. Dean looked around at him.

"Yup, yup. Lets get going! Man i cant wait!" Dean said trying to distract himself from feelings he knew he shouldnt have. 'Hes an angel, he probably cant even feel love,' He told himself. 'And even if he could why would he love me im just an emotionally fucked human. He could totally fo better. And it wouldnt take much.' Dean told himself. He swiflty walked out the door holding it open for sam, who nodded his thanks, and cass who said, "thank you dean." Damn, holy, angel manners making him blush.

When they arrived at the corn feild cass looked at the sign,

"I dont understand the purpose of this." Cass said.

"Its just for fun, it dosent have a purpose is just something to do." Sam said. "Lets split up. Ill race ya!" Sam said before running off giggling. Dean thoigh it was him embracing the childishness of the activity and not allowing himself feel shame. Little did he know sam had expertly engineered the scenario to enable them to embrace each others feelings.

"Man, i love it when he gets to be a kid. No monsters, no responsibility just messin' around." He smiled before startling at what he had jusg said. "Sorry dude, you didnt want to hear that." He apologised looking sheepishly down at the autumnal floor. He heard footsteps crunching towards him the brown and orange leaves russtling, crushed by familiar black shoes.

Cass put a finger beaneath his chin lifting his head up with his hand.

"I like it when you are honest Dean. When you speak your mind. You dont get to enough." He smiled. Deans breath hitched, his eyelashes fluttered as he threw out a not even half confident,

"come on cass, personal space." As much as it killed him to say so. He knew he had to though, if he allowed himself truely admit these feelings he might never be able to close the flood gates.

Sheepishly cass stepped back hooping dean wouldnt notice his blush only to be releived when he found that deans matched his own.

"Come on," dean said suddenly, "or sam'll beat us with no competition!" He said trying to distract himself. He took his hand and lead him away from the sign,

"Wait, dean shouldnt we memorise the map?" Cass asked.

"No! Thats takes all the fun out of it!" Dean kidded dragging cass behind him, smile beaming, gleeful from the feeling of cass' hand in his. At a certain point following dean grew to meant running after him at full speed just to keep up but cass didnt mind honestly he was quite enjoying himself, just spending time with dean uninterupted. And he enjoyed the colours that came with autumn. The hundreds of shades of browns, oranges and greens each cruching beneath his feet, each one a sacrifice dawning space for next years yeild of leaves only for the process to repeat, to do itself over and over. The certainty of it seemed to minimise his problems, no matter what happens, no matter his own issues be himself alive or dead the seasons would continue and the leaves would fall only to begin again. Whatever thoughts cass had immediately exited his brain the second he saw deans giddy smile. In the golden light of the autumn sun catching deans grass green eyes, and illuminating his already shining smile. Cass was lost in his face with his gilded smile. Time slowed down as he examined the perfect freckles dotting his face, the pinkish blush dusting his cheeks in a child like joy. Dean had a kind of smile that was contagious in a way that lead to cass smiling too.

All too soon cass was brought out of the moment by deans sudden change is stature. He looked around to find whatever had rudely torn him from his perfect moment before noticing. They had reached the center. Dean had been happy, he had beaten sam in the race. Cass was happy too, not only had he tried something and won on the first time but dean looked ecstatic in that moment and that contagious smile infected him again. Infatuated with that perfect grin cass failed to notice that dean seemed equally infatuated by him.

Dean POV

Looking at cass in that moment dean could barely manage that perfect smile on that perfect face. The grin plastered onto his face from just winning some stupid game with sam, some stupid activity for kids but that angelic face and those bluer than blue eyes dean couldnt seem to stop himself. He leaned in and pressed his lips against castiel's who, to his surprise, kissed him back with the same passion and viguor. Equally if not more surprisingly cass was amazing at kissing he licked deans lips asking for entrance which he gladly gave, parting his lips slightly dean felt cass reach in with his tongue and sliding it accross his teeth like he was painting them. Dean locked his fingers in cass' hair running his fingertips along his scalp before promtly gripping his hair tightly between his fingers.

Suddenly cass split from dean roused from the moment by approaching footsteps but refusing to remove his hands from deans waist. He saw a familiar red and black plaid shirt approaching walking backwards. He tilted his head again in confusion.

"HA! TAKE THAT DEAN. I BEAT YOU! JUST LIKE I DID WHEN WE WERE-" at that point he had turned around revealing a very flushed dean and cass whose hands were stol wrapped around each other.

"YES!" He bellowed. "Even though i lost i still won!" He shouted and proceded to immediately whip out his phone dialing a number at incredible speeds.

"Charlie?"

...

"Yeah. I did it! It happened! And you know what that means!"

...

"Yes you owe me $20 and your 11th doctor original sonic screwdriver. Haha!" He said his voice slowly becoming quieter as he walked away. At which point deans chuckled became audible as he failed to tame them by biting his lip any longer. He leaned forward letting his forehead rest on castiel's chest as his shook with the laughter that reverberated through him and through cass' chest.

"What is it?" Cass inquired.

"Its nothing, it-- its the moracle of the maize maze." Dean chuckled as he looked up smiling at him again.

Cass leaned in again kissing him once more.

"Youre smile is the reson i rebelled." He said smiling.

"I could say the same." Dean said before leaning in once more.

(A year later because its alredy 00:01 at this point so why not take the story further?)

"I love you." Dean said. Kneeling down and pulling a box from his pocket. "Will you marry me?" Dean asked smilling.

Cass smilled a beaming smile looking at dean kneeling down on the crisp autumn leaves holdning the velvet box in his fingers, focusing mostly on that magical smile.

"Anything for that smile. Of course." He said gleefully. Dean stood up and kissed cass hard smilling happily.

"Just another miracle of the maize mase." Dean smiled.

(Another year later because again why not?)

"I do." Cass grinned happily blushing with pride and joy for dean standing opposite them. They had arranged a sort of wedding like thing given that castiel wasnt an actual person according to the law and dean had died a few times over according to the government, sam was officiating.

"Then i now pronounce you, human and angel, man and husband, hunter and etherial being." Sam said. They leaned in again and kissed each other hard before pulling away only slightly. And mumbling into each others lips,

"Just another miracle of the maize mase." They joked. Dean seemingly never removed his fingers from Cass' hair and cass holding onto his shirt tight. They smilled.

"Yeah, yeah. One more miracle of the maize mase and one of you is gonna end up pregnant." Sam joked from just behind them.

They chuckled together hugging each other tight and wrapping their arms around each other"s necks.

"I love you." They said at the same time. Eliciting one more smile from each of them. Before the story ended and the writer didnt know how to phrase it.

~I really didnt know what to do with this promt honestly and i woukd never have done anything like this otherwise. Also sorry its 00:21 and so technically not the fisrt of october. And i literally just fuckin noticed that its the second not the first so i was a day late anyway so fuck me but never mind i will catch up! Anyway hope you had fun <3 ~

[re-ikrmso]

 DAMNN. THIS SHIT LATE LATE THE LORE HAS BEEN OUT FOR LIKE MONTHS //sob//  but damn. IF IT AIN’T PURPLED AND PUNZ! he really is dream’s right hand man...claiming about how awful torture is one moment and then turning  around to “WOULDNT IT BE FUN THO>>> TO TORTURE QUACKITY???” LIKE DAMNNNN. also, all of those lines in black are taken directly from the last nevadas final lore stream! damnn i loved watching the two mercenaries start each other down like two rabid dogs. my god though punz...

but yea smh it was really hard to get designs down espiaclly for ARMOR OGHGH. I will talk about deisgn.  mostly. So after my revalation that there netherite armor doesnt actually have gauntlets, i said fuck that and decided that only certain people have gauntlets (people adept at fighting, or the richer members of the server). and also, see those different helments and details with armor! i’ve decided that every armor set someone wears is actually slightly different from the other!  also if you pay attention dream’s claws/gauntlets are like. unpractical to high hell? idk if thats should leave any implications or if i should just keep it as “omg cool design” but if i were to attach anything behind it, then c!dream is a fucking freak and enjoys the challenge. also he thinks it looks cool on him. other people would have a  lot more practical gaunlets/gloves though. maybe.

More on c!punz’s art, i don’t think it realy matches him but i already drew the expressions. i could imagine  his expressions to be ones that c!dream would make so its a happy coincidence in a way. i kinda wanted punz to look unhinged to a degree though considering how ‘heated’ up he was getting over c!dream being tortured. also i made his helment pointer to try and imitate horns but its kinda meh. i kept his little medal thing on the outside (cause damn it looked so plain otherwise) and helped to kinda identify him.

For c!purpled i really reallly wanted to draw his hair out (sorry punz, maybe another time) and his little suit! though with his apprehension //forgive me if im wrong i dont watch a lot of purpled/punz lore// i believed that purpled initally thought punz was hired by quackity to kill him. and with his little suit its all crinkly and wirnkled and the tie is becoming looser and hes just. disheveled. but hes still a fucking mercenary i gotta give him that respect. Also, with the purpled alien headcanon, i was like eh. but it was also kinda cool so i was like “wow what if the alien stuff wasn’t like. that obivous” so i put his antenas onto like the back fo his head (he has like 4 in total, 2 short farther up and w longer farther down) but i didnt want to draw all the antennas cause it would look awkward.also, you know those black “bags” under his eyes? those aren’t bags. the dark grey under his eyes are the bags. HELL YEA. I was looking at purpled’s avatar and i was like haha what if those black marks above is eyes were like actually part of his skin. and so here we are. //put them under his eyes instead cuase it looked better.// im also planning to make purpled’s eyes like. different and im planning to make it stick. art consistecy isnt my forte but im gonna keep purpled’s eyes in that shape and that color

Also wow, anime eyes! kinda. i just wanted to fill up the empty space and i was like “wow purpled has nice eyes its unfair that punz gets nothing” so here we are. when looking at punz’s pfp i noticed his like...eyelashes were thick so imma keep em thick. the man fuckign applies mascara or eyeliner or soemthing. also kinda cool contrast. 

[twntyfiveotwo]

i know my fking issue

yes i know. i fking know. i dont care about love. i dont care about who loves me or who i love. all i love is the feeling of being loved. which is why i always become insanely infatuated when i have a dream of me being delicately loved by a face i dont recognise. which is why i lock myself in my memories and reminisce all the good feelings i once had. you see, i know how insane and pathetic it sounds. but it feels good. to know, to remember that i was once loved.

he loved me at a time when i didnt know how to love myself. he loved me at my lowest, when i was so fking depressed and so desperate for love. he was my double edge sword - the cause of my anxiety because i would spend hours with him rather than on things i should do. but also, my safe space. if anything, every night i always always looked forward to our pillow talk with one another. and we would share our vulnerabilities with each other. it feels so raw, yet so real. and the first time he said "i love you" was before we even met each other. i wanted to see him, but i also would rather save myself the look of disgust that would appear on his face because i knew for sure no one would accept my physical appearance. impulsively, we made plans to meet, we booked all our places. and 2 days before meeting, i pushed myself to face my fear and sent him a real time picture of me. he told me, "i'm sorry but i dont think i can continue this". understandable, at least he got the courage to reject me directly.

i travelled as planned. i persuaded him to come down. i said "no strings attached, just come out and we hang as friends if thats ok. i dont have any other company here". he declined. he said he doesnt think it's appropriate. but yet we continued to play games and talked like nothing was wrong. later that night, he told me he was coming down to hang. im like sure, knowing full well how the night would go. we watched a horror movie, and after the movie ended we fucked. as always. allowing my body to be used by a man that doesnt love me. but who the fk cares at this point. the next day i went out with my friends. i left half of my cash with him because he said he was going out and i was concerned that he might not have enough money. we met later at night at a bar, together with my friends. we all drank and played drinking games together. at that point of time tbh fwb was probably the best description for whatever we shared. so we didnt cross each others' boundaries. then as we were going back to where i stayed together, i got tipsy-excited and started doing little skips in front of him. i remember turning back to wait for him, and then walking off side by side with him. as we were about to cross a road, he held my hand. i didnt dare to hold back. i just thought to myself, "what a kind gesture. he is probably worried for me because im drunk and he wouldnt want me running across the road". what caught me off guard was that he didnt let go even after we crossed the road. he continued to hold my hand as we walked all the way back to our accomodation. and when we were back, we fucked again. after the fucking, i asked him, "does this mean that we are back together?" he said, "what do you think?" i said "i dont know" he questioned me, "do you want us to be back together?" and i said, "yea". he nodded his head. i asked him, "what is it that made you want to reconcile?" he said, "im not sure either". i assumed it was cause i happened to be convenient.

or maybe not. because if it was just out of convenience he didn't have to be so sweet to me:

i still remember how we ran under the sudden downpour when we were walking to one of our karaoke sessions. we both ended up being soaking wet. but the first thing he did was to make sure i was alright. he tried to wipe me dry, despite how much of a mess i was. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember how excited he looked when i came down from the bus during my second trip. and when we arrived at our hotel, i found it hard to use the toilet because i couldnt stand floor with small tiles. he offered and asked me to stand on his feet despite my size. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember how much of a crowd there was during new years eve. and there were all those annoying fuckers that would horn the new year trumpet right in front of our faces. i was overwhelmed. the moment he noticed that, instead of leading me from the front, he walked behind me and cupped my ears as we walked through the crowd. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember how there was one time he went out with he friends to drink. he called me when he was drunk and started crying, saying that he missed me. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember on my third trip there, he squeezed in a part time job shift just so we can use some extra cash for our date. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember how we climaxed together for the last sex that we had, and i guess it felt really good for him. when we were showering together, he looked at me with those googly eyes. i shyed away from it, and asked him why was he looking at me like that. he said he found me cute. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

i still remember how he came back from his pt shift way past midnight and craved for some cold beer. i offered to go down to buy by myself cause he said he was tired. i went to the convenience store and snapped a pic asking him if that was the correct beer. he called me and asked me where was i. i said the convenience store. he said "stand there, im coming down. when i asked you to go down and buy i meant the front counter of the hotel, not the convenience store! do you know how dangerous it is for you to go out alone this late at night?" and when he reached, the first thing he did was to check up and down that i was alright while holding on to my shoulders. despite being tired. if that wasnt romance, idk what is.

but so what. so fking what. all the moments above didnt change the fact that he ghosted on me. he could have said something if he wanted to break up. maybe my anxious attachment style made it hard for him to breathe. but say something darling, i would have let you go. because truth be told, neither of us were made for long distance r/s. i want to believe that there were some pocket of moments when he loved me. actually, you know what, i do believe there were some moments that he loved me. but i guess, the love was not enough for us to overcome the struggles of a ldr. not that it matter, because this r/s is long over.

but thanks, i guess. he made me feel loved during a time when i didnt think anyone was capable of loving me. and while the rs was short lived, it was one of the sweetest rs i had. in fact, listening to the songs he shared to me & reliving through all these memories made me feel like wow, i actually once had a novel-like romance. so, thanks for that i guess. i still miss you sometimes, why wouldnt i. but boy, the heartbreak you gave me at that time. it drove me insane. but since when does love not drive me crazy. it always does.

[fruggo]

Hello ! I saw the enemies fo lovers things and I wanna request if possible

“ rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago. “

With frank if you would and thank you

yessirrr i love frank sm it’s not ok. also umm i may have accidentally written friends to enemies to lovers or something idk. and though i wouldnt necessarily call you friends at the start, you werent really enemies yet???? idk🐸just ummm yeh i love frank

also help how do i not go overboard???? i feel like i made this way too long, please help and i am sorry

warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, frank being a bastard but then you’re like awwww he’s a cute bastard aaaaw

~~

Things were weird with Frank, and they always had been from the moment you stepped foot in the Entity’s realm. He always tunneled you relentlessly, and that made you think of him as a big asshole, but there were some strange details tacked onto the sentiment that greatly confused you, should you think about it for more than three seconds.

Sometimes, it seemed like he went easy on you in chases, like he put in no effort. He would chase you for a while, let you waste his time, and then leave without even getting a hit on you when he definitely had the ability to.

And you hated saying this, but when he handled you, it almost felt…gentle. Granted, he was a killer, and his job was to murder you, but your experiences with him did not quite line up with those of the other survivors.

They always described trials against Frank as “stepping on legos in the middle of the night” or something akin to that. You never felt like that, though—when he chased you, it felt fair. Almost as if he played nice with you. And more often than not, the killer would let you go when he caught you. The reason remained a mystery to you until quite a bit later.

This trial, Frank was in 100% bastard mode. You had begun to think of his trials as quite easy due to his seemingly calm nature around you, so you were rather caught off guard when he downed you in the first 30 seconds of the match and tossed you onto a hook, no gentleness whatsoever.

You wanted to yell at him and ask what the fuck was wrong with him until you realized this was his fucking job, and this is how he should have been treating you all along. Maybe you had just been imagining it all, but you could have sworn he used to leave you alone more than this. Something just felt different.

After you were unhooked, he went for you again. And again. And then you were dead, completely wiped out of the trial. Frank had demolished you with no remorse.

You knew it was silly to feel betrayed, but you really couldn’t help it. In such an insane and hellish place, anything that could be even remotely perceived as kindness seemed like so much more of a big deal than it truly was. So Frank’s supposed “gentleness” with you had felt somewhat like a friend doing you a selfless favor. Of course, it was not a selfless favor, and it was certainly nowhere near kindness, because he was still a killer chasing you with a knife, but your standards had really lowered in this place.

After that trial, you were back to hating Frank for tunneling and bullying you (like you probably should). You began to understand the survivors’ saying about the legos—and you hoped that Frank would step on some legos too, because he fucking sucked sometimes.

And for a while, that’s just how it was. You nearly forgot how he used to go easier on you, and how you used to do okay in his matches. Now every time you were pit against each other it just felt like you were being stuck with a bunch of pins; you never had any time to breathe or rest or do literally anything. He just went after you until you were gone, and there was next to nothing you could do about it.

Everything changed very suddenly during a trial at Ormond.

You were expecting the same old routine with this asshole—chase, blah blah blah, die. You hardly had energy to fight back anymore.

So when he arrived out of breath at the killer shack, somehow knowing you would be here, Frank was surprised to find you relaxing under the window with your arms loosely crossed, a disapproving scowl upon your countenance. It was enough to make him hesitate in his tracks.

You let out a deep breath, refusing to break eye contact with his mask; you kept up that menacing frown for as long as you could, trying to make him feel guilty (who knows if it was even possible for him to feel guilty? But it was worth a try).

“Just kill me,” you said, voice steady and seemingly unbothered. Underneath the surface, you were trembling, but you stood your ground. “That’s what you’re gonna do, isn’t it? You’re going to chase me until I’m miserable and kill me off as soon as you can?”

Frank went still, not even fidgeting with his knife like he usually did; he was intrigued by your sudden confidence.

You went on. “I’m really sick and tired of you, you know that? I’m sick of you and your bullshit. Why can’t you treat me like everybody else? At first, you went easy on me. Now you just torture me with your stupid mind games, and frankly, I’m sick of playing! I’m done with you—I don’t care anymore! Just kill me, and I’ll get out of your way, okay asshole? Mori me if you want. I don’t give a shit.”

You put your hands up exasperatedly, fully expecting him to take the offer and just send you back to the campfire right then and there. But the man sighed, pocketed his knife, and sat down right next to you as if this were a normal thing for him to do.

You scooted a few inches away out of instinct. Frank noticed, but he chose not to say a word about it.

It was a long time before he said anything, and when he finally did, you wanted to punch him so bad.

“It’s complicated,” he mumbled. And that was all.

Oh, yeah? It was complicated? You scoffed, hanging your head with a bitter smile. “Oh, okay. Sure.”

Silence again.

Awkward, suffocating silence.

And then Frank got up and left. You were unbothered for the remainder of the trial, not even a scratch or bruise on your body.

~~

Sometimes you simply did things, and you didn’t know why. This thing that you just did was irrational, stupid, unplanned, unwise, and everything in-between, and you knew it was, but frequently you just had no impulse control. Perhaps it was the Entity’s influence, or maybe you had always been this way—you couldn’t really remember.

How did you get here again? Why were you laying on the ground? And why did your leg hurt so fucking much?

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, you remember now.

Funnily enough, it seems as though the Entity, along with certain killers, did not like it when survivors tried to enter their side of the forest! But you did it anyways, and it appeared that you had suffered the consequences. It’s not like you had put much thought into it; where was the point in that when nothing mattered anymore and you were stuck in an endless cycle of death?

You remembered entering the killer’s woods, looking around, and doing…something. What was that something? You couldn’t be sure, but then you remembered somebody coming up to you and probably definitely hurting you. Yep, your leg definitely was in a lot of pain. You couldn’t even look at it. Did you pass out for a while? Maybe. How long were you out for?

You lay still there for a while, thinking. Man, it really hurt, and boy, were you miserable. Maybe more miserable than you’d ever felt here. The Entity normally healed wounds immediately, but perhaps you had just angered it so much you deserved to suffer.

Oh, dear! You seemed to be passing out at this time. Yes, that was almost certainly what was happening. Black spots danced across your eyes as your body began to feel distant and numb, but you didn’t feel very worried about it. In fact, you felt like making jokes right now, but you had nobody to make jokes to and you probably couldn’t even speak.

Just as you began to accept it, there was a strange thumping sensation vibrating through the ground growing closer…and closer…

Footsteps! That’s good!

Oh. Not if it’s a killer. That’s not good, probably.

But you had no way of protesting when you felt yourself being picked up, because those black spots in your eyes were dancing a lot faster now, perhaps something akin to an Irish jig, and you also couldn’t feel your limbs.

Then you were fast asleep again, dreaming of Irish dancers who were actually big fluffy cloud people wearing leprechaun clothes. Nobody but you would ever know this, and it was going to stay that way.

On the bright side, it made it a lot easier for your rescuer to carry you to safety like this.

~~

When you awoke once more, you were horrified to find yourself in the Ormond lodge of all places. You knew immediately what had happened and were determined to escape as soon as possible.

Your injured leg proved to be a huge problem, however, and you collapsed the second you attempted to find freedom. Trying again, you collapsed once more, and probably maimed yourself further in the process.

Hearing the commotion from the second floor, your least favorite member of The Legion descended down from the main stairs, refusing to look directly at you even as he scooped you up and plunked you (gently) back onto the couch, which was rather comfortable (not that you would ever tell him that).

So he was playing it cool, huh?

Okay. You could play it cool, too. You were cool. Smooth as butter.

No. You really couldn’t be cool in a situation like this, and plus, your mind was still a little woohoo since whatever accident had occurred. Suddenly you blurted out, “Frank, I hate your guts.”

And he had the audacity to laugh. He laughed at you! He did the man chuckle thing, as if what you were saying was funny. No! You were completely serious! You did hate his guts!

Perhaps your face showed how upset you were, because he started to apologize (still laughing).

“Maybe you should go back to sleep,” Frank said after calming down a bit.

No. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You did not want to experience dancing cloud people dressed as leprechauns ever again in your life, for the rest of eternity. Never again.

So you shook your head violently, refusing to give an explanation, which just provoked Frank to anger all of a sudden. If you went back to sleep, he could have some alone time while the rest of The Legion was gone. He kept pushing, and you kept resisting, and he pushed and you resisted, until finally he gave up and let you off with a warning. If you made him mad again, he was throwing you out in the snow.

Fine with me, you said. Okay, I’ll do it right now, he said. No balls, you said.

So then Frank casually went to scoop you up in his arms again, and you started to freak out and beat your hands against his chest until he put you back down. He was was awfully mindful of your hurt leg for someone who was about to throw you into the snow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please don’t throw me out,” you fussed. You thought he wouldn’t actually do it. You didn’t know it, but you were right—he was just messing with you because it was funny seeing you scared.

After a bit more griping back and forth, Frank began to grow concerned about your leg. He didn’t know how to bring up the topic because things were so odd between the two of you; this was your first interaction since the brief encounter in the shack. But he swallowed his pride, because the wound seemed to be getting worse by the minute.

“Hey, do you want me to, uhh…get some supplies?” Frank asked awkwardly. When you didn’t understand, he continued, “Your leg? It looks like it hurts…I could fix it if you want.”

You barked out a laugh at his words, unbelieving of this shift in attitude. “Rich coming from the guy who tried to kill me three days ago,” you snickered, genuinely finding it amusing.

Frank took offense. He was trying to be nice for once, and you thought it was funny. And his situation really was complex, whether you chose to believe it or not. Maybe he should just tell you to get it off of his chest.

“Listen,” he said, voice laced with seriousness. “When I told you things were complicated, I meant it.”

Sensing the mood change from his tone and body language, you stopped smiling and decided to pay attention to him. Just this once. Never again. After this you could go back to hating him.

Frank continued. “The Entity was going to start…well, hurting me, if I didn’t start doing better in trials. I really didn’t want to sacrifice you, which is embarrassing to admit, but I’ll say it. And I don’t think it liked that.”

You were surprised. And also relieved that you had been right all along—he had been going easy on you at first.

“Why me, though?” you asked, confused. “Why wouldn’t you want to sacrifice me? What about the other survivors?”

If the slight tilt of his head at your question didn’t answer it for you, the way he started tapping his feet and cracking his knuckles so nervously did.

Boy, if looks could kill, you would have died instantly at the scowl Frank sent your way; you grinned pridefully at the realization that this man was down bad. You couldn’t see the expression behind his mask, though, which Frank was thankful for.

He hated every second of this, but you loved it. You reveled in his embarrassment.

Leaning forward on your hands, you begged, “Tell me more! I want to hear all about your feelings for me.”

“I could stab you right now, you know that?”

“But you won’t. You liiiiike me!”

“What are you, eight years old?”

“No, but I am severely injured and have lost a lot of blood so I am not necessarily in the right headspace at the moment.”

“You make a fair point.”

“So tell me! What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your ass.”

“No, really.”

“Okay, your ass and your hair.”

“You know what, Frank, I still hate your guts.”

“No, you don’t.”

You paused for a moment. It was probably the blood loss talking, you decided later, but you said, “No. Maybe I don’t.”

[aries-writes-shit]

The monster under my bed

synopsis: fundy bonding + Final control room

pairing: sbi x reader

A/n: Kinda short, Couldnt think of anything else to write for this

messengers with wings masterlist

“we’ll get them back, thats a promise”

you tried your hardest to avoid the people from the rest fo the smp, but that was very difficult when you had to go out fishing. You werent going out alone, thankfully. Your brother had sent his son out with you, and your nephew loved you to the moon and back so he wouldnt complain. "hey (auntie/uncle) (y/n)" fundy asked fiddling with the wrapping on his small fishing rod. "yeah, little man?" you responded, glancing over at the sixteen year old boy. "did you and dad have a good childhood? dad never tells me about his childhood. i didn't even know you existed until you showed up that night" he explained looking over at you with his big, childlike brown eyes. letting out a sigh, you placed your rod beside you and looked up to the clouds. "sort of, kiddo. Your dad and i weren't the closest when we were kids" you explained, before letting out another sigh before explaining in the nicest words you could to the sixteen year old about your life.

on your way back, will tommy and eret met you halfway. "there you two are" wilbur sighed greatfully, placing a hand tenderly on his chest "dream and his little crew had been spotted earlier with crossbows and we started to get worried when you didnt show up" he explained. you gave a curt nod towards your brother, you and fundy's catches slung over your back. "yea we just got caught up talking, sorry will" you explained with a shrug.

___________warning, this next bits gonna contain gore/fighting, just a caution as to not trigger anything in anyone ____________________

you ducked as arrows flew past you. the l'manburg army currently running from the ruthless baragge of arrows the dream team was throwing. eret ducked into a small carved hall in a stone wall, shortly followed after by the rest of the small army. when you all entered the tunnel-like place, eret began to explain. "i managed to steal enough loot from dream and the others" eret started, despite his sunglasses, you could see a hint of regret in their eyes. "come on, lets go grab it from the secret room i built.

you were the only one to notice when the entrence dissapeared the moment you all walked in, the uneasiness you felt only grew. everyone rushed towards the chests with their names, thier excited faces dropped quickly when they saw nothing in the chests. " im sorry" eret mumbled before bringing their eyes up to look at the confused people "but this was never meant to be". The walls opened to reveal dream, sap,george, bad and ant. you, luckily had the chance to draw your weapon before dream charged at you.

the sounds of metal hitting metal souonded throughout the stone room. Dream swung with agression and hatred towards you, You barely managed to block before you heard fundys scream, Your heart dropping when you realized george had stabbed through the boy with his sword. You let yourself glace over the them, George looked horrified with himself. But when you looked over, dream swung his sword at you, Taking out your left eye. You let out a shrill scream, before swinging blindly at dream, The blood clouding your vision. Soon after you felt the warmth of blood pooling in between your ribs. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you fell to the ground, Vision fading out

______gore warning ending? Not to sure if that was considered gorey_____

When you awoke, you were in your small room. The pain from being stabbed through still resonating through you. You let out a small gasp when your hand roamed up to where your left eye would be. In place of your left eye, you could feel a rough, long scar that ran up your face starting at your chin. Only now, did you notice the lack of vision. A burning hatred slowly sparking in you as you though about the man who did this to you, the man who stole your first life.

"Ill get you back dream" you growled to yourself, "thats a promise"

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[symphonicmetal101]

OM Reacts to MC Towel Dropping on Live(?) PT.2

After another mishap in the kitchen between Beel and Mammon, your room was reduced to rubble, and despite the brothers protesting, you would be staying somewhere else for the night.

So why not cause a little trouble?

Diavolo

Mans was so excited to have you in the castle

So when you asked if he could give you a small tour, he was more than happy to

He came to pick you up at your room, apologizing when it seemed he arrived too early as you answered the door in what seemed to just be a towel

You assured him it was fine and ushered him in, explaining that some of your followers had been wondering what your after-shower routine was (truth- you had to be careful with how you spun this web, a lie detector embodied in Dia-)

His eyes flitted around the room, but the moment he saw the towel start to slip, he simply came over and hugged it in place so it wouldnt fall, at least until you were done

He could have used magic, but where's the fun in that? Besides, as long as you're comfy with him holding you, he's overjoyed.

You finally reveal that you did, indeed have clothes on underneath, to which he gave you a smile and twirled you as the towel dropped, showing off your outfit to the camera as he complimented you

Barbatos

He knew it was coming

He knew all along

But it was still a small shock (though he did not show it) to see you walk into the kitchen in nothing but a towel

That shock as quickly washed away as he remembered that you had an outfit underneath

He nodded slightly as you said his name, and he pulled the towel off of you and replaced it with an apron

"Much more fitting attire for a kitchen, dont you think? If you can even consider a towel as...attire. Please be careful MC, the food is spitting, I would hate for you to get hurt or ruin your clothes."

So much for trying to fool Barb-

Simeon

He was trying to make a sandwich MC

And he continued to try and focus on the sandwich, though he could feel a small blush rising to his cheeks

Why were you in a towel? Who were you speaking to...

The poor angel heard you gasp, and worriedly glanced over only to bury his face in his hands milliseconds later, only having seen enough to know the towel had fallen to the floor

".....MC...are you um...decent yet?"

You chuckled softly "you could say that..."

He dared to peek slightly, confusion crossing his features as he saw you fully dressed, and then realization setting in with an awkward laugh

"Ah...s-so you were never...undecent to begin with-" "no-" "right because you wouldnt-" "no I-I wouldnt do that to an angel-" *awkward small talk afterwards*

Solomon

Oh? Whats this?

You're visiting his room in npthing but a towel...seems like a foolish decision, but oh well, he will keep an eye on you, as he always tends to do.

Oh and now you want to know if he can show some magic

Very well

Poof your towel is gone-

Aaaaaand that bastard has the biggest smirk, even when its clear you have clothes on

"A- hey what was that fo- what if I was naked Solomon?!"

"....I can still make that happen~"

"No, thANKS....though maybe another spell? One thats more....audience appropriate?"

Part One

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[ot3]

had some 'thoughts' on an au where mia/lana and phoenix/edgeworth's narrative arcs are swapped (aka mia main protag lana main antag, phoenix mentor) and dumped over 1000 words on the subject in the groupchat today. here you go.

lana -

she and mia strike up a childhood friendship after the skye parents use the khurain channeling method to talk to lana and ema's grandparents. at this stage in life, lana really wants to be a detective because she believes that proper like collection, treatment, and handling of evidence is the Key to making sure everything in the world turns out fair and just and righteous. i think rather than less than one year she and mia have a few years of being friends like this, but don't see each other every day like phoenix and edgeworth would have at school. lana just makes the trek up to khurain village whenever she can and they call on the payphone etc.

then, the skye parents die in a car accident and she completely ghosts mia and drops off the face of the planet. the parents were killed by a drunk driver and gant is the detective assisting the prosecution with this case. the defendant is successfully imprisoned. lana goes on to become a detective under the tutelage of gant, who recognizes lanas potential from a young age and takes the skye sisters under his wings a la manfred and edgeworth. eventually he pushes lana into pursuing prosecution instead because he wants a pawn in the prosecutors office and he does this by telling her that he collaborated with the prosecutor of her parents' death to forge evidence and testimony, otherwise the killer would have gotten away with it. so she becomes the demon prosecutor.

mia -

meanwhile stays in khurain and continues her training for the most part. since there's no dl-6 nothing happens to misty and theres no reason for mia to leave, but one day shes watching her mother perform a channeling for someone and the person being channeled turns out to have been someone lana had falsely imprisoned who was subsequently executed. mia is like. hey holy shit that doesn't sound right. one, lana's supposed to be a detective, not a prosecutor, two, she wouldnt do that. i have to go find out what the hell happened and see what made her this way.

so mia leaves the village and attends law school at ivy and it's really her first time out of the village for any significant stretch of time and so she's very country mouse in the big city. dahlia spots her at the courthouse when she's pulling Her whole shtick and is like OH MY GOSH HEY CUZ YOU REMEMBER ME RIGHT (: (: (: (: (: SO CRAZY BESTIE BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE'VE SEEN YOU I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU ((poison necklace)) and obviously there's not the dating identity swap i dont know about the specifics here but. mia gets involved in dahlias hijinks from Trusting Family too much and phoenix ends up defending her in court, which is where she meets him and eventually she begins working at his law firm with him

phoenix -

he and edgeworth were friends through childhood and when edgeworth started at themis to study as a defense attorney their friendship continued. phoenix spent enough time going over edgeworths schoolwork with him and serving as a filler in after-hours mock trials put on by the more enthusiastic students or bumming around in the art club because eventually they stopped kicking him out that eventually edgeworth started to realized phoenix kind of had a knack for the whole lawyering thing, and convinced him to give it a try. phoenix was very easily swayed by edgeworth telling him he was smart and good at something. he and edgeworth both started practicing as defense attorneys at the edgeworth law offices, with phoenix lagging a bit behind edgeworth in terms fo passing the bar and whatnot. maybe by a couple of years. did they date in this timeline? yes. absolutely. idk when though. some awkward high school stuff for sure and then probably some more serious stuff as adults.

he and lana face off in the fawles trial and the whole affair ends with fawles suicide and ray getting godot'd with the poison bottle. also something mysterious happens to edgeworth and he's suddenly cold and distant, leaving his fathers firm to pursue a career as a prosecutor. phoenix can't bear to be there without edgeworth so he leaves to open his own firm. here's where phoenix starts getting the idea that maybe the way the law functions needs some changing, so he starts doing some side research on the jurist system while he takes a break from cases. he keeps getting stopped everywhere he goes and everyone he talks to, and eventualyl finds out that one man currently owns pretty much all of the justice system: redd white. so phoenix begins looking into white trying to take him down as a prerequisite for judicial reform. this does not work and phoenix gets bludgeoned to death in his office after mia wins her first case. RIP KING !

edgeworth -

becomes a defense attorney at his father's firm as established. pretty much what you'd expect from a no dl-6 au edgeworth. but then. the twistening: this is also something i haven't really ironed out the specifics of but whatever it doesn't really matter. MVK has been eyeing revenge on greg. in a sort of parallel to the sl-9 incident, greg - with edgeworth as co-counsel - had been defending someone accused of a serial killing, and it REALLY started to look like the prosecution was not going to be able to put the case through. there's one final confrontation where the prosecution is interrogating the defendant, and the defense team is waiting outside. power outage, scuffle, blah blah blah, long story short it ends with mvk killing the defendant and setting the scene up to make it seem like greg killed the man (either accidentally or in self defense?idk) which, yknow, killing your defendant is sure to ruin a defense attorneys reputation

so mvk blackmails edgeworth into switching teams and becoming a prosecutor. in a few years, he's chief prosecutor like lana was. since mvk works internationally he cant keep the position himself, but having edgeworth there as a pawn works in his favor and of course edgeworth is wholly miserable

ema -

sort of in fran's place. becomes a detective at an incredibly young age and pops up after mia gets gant arrested. she's got more of her aa4 bitterness going on here because gant was basically like forensics is fucking stupid (whihc she now realizes is because forensic analysis makes fucking lying in court a hell of a lot harder) and is embittered because she essentially had her dream beaten out of her to be used as someones pawn. she spent all this time trying to live up to her sister and help her sister when her sister wasnt even doing anything good either. shows up after lana 'chooses death' to investigate her sisters disappearance

maya -

still assists as mia's co counsel, only she's channeling phoenix for the most part here. very sad that the only time phoenix and maya will ever get to meet is once pearly gets into the mix but these are the sacrifices we make.

fran -

i think conceptually still the second prosecutor once lana Chooses Death only since she spent most of her life without edgeworth, the two of them are on slightly different terms than they are in canon. not as close, but not quite as volatile and competitive either since she was working as a prosecutor far before he was. edgeworth calls her into the country to start prosecuting while he is, i guess, in jail for his crimes, presumably, because he wants to believe she is a good enough person to prosecute the Right way and doesn't trust most of the remaining prosecutors in the district. shes still sort of on the fence over the whole game but obviously gets pushed over the edge in 2-4

[gridoc]

gridoc hcs,,,, 2!!!

these are set in a77 arc cause it gives best opportunity for them

grian was heading back to his base during the evening, he needed like somethings from his base and KNOWING it will take 87 years to find them he decided to just spend the night back at his base anyway.

he been mostly sleeping in a smelly camper van that was filled itself w the brim beside two even smeller camper vans   

[even smellier, all of them are smell the same amount of no showering but grian likes to tell himself that he smells just a lil less]

so going back to his base to resupply and also shower w/o shame is a great move 

so, flying back to his base he passes over a77 as a shortcut and sees doc working on something

he wanted to go annoy him a bit but also a77 so he kinda decided that maybe the possibility of getting shot down was not grat fun

but he did just drop some flowers as he was flying past and the sound of ‘you damn hippie from across town

a d honestly im realising that i might end up writing a fic w 2 much pre context so cut to the chase to the fluffy bits 

BOI COMES BACK, morning tiem. and he is resupplied and as he flies across he realises that the project that doc been working last night

was nearly done.

which, unless he worked overnight that wouldnt be possible seeing the scale of that thing

but grian knew that doc will just shout him away, so. he decided not to be a hippie

and ever so prepared he left the job to the man in the chicken costume

he did ressuply on eggs last night too

so, Doc groggily continued, stubbornly as usual

an egg hit the back of his head

and then another

and another

poultry man was here to save the day!!

doc next thing he knew was covered in eggs, and honestly thats not a good luck for an a77 employee 

this honestly let him go change and shower and relax. it was a convenience hidden in an inconvenience

so he does, fresh new suit on and a bit of a cleaning break. and when he comes to the build a mysterious hippie has shown up with a basket 

doc obvsiously puts 2 and 2 togethere and decides for once to ‘forget’ to warning of no hippies 

especially seeing the happy smile of one as he saw him approaching

grian got some vegetables and fruits from the hippie garden and under the ruse of ‘we have too much’ the two spent a nice morning togethere eating the fruit&veg and talking

and grian spent consciously each conversation away from any projects so doc isnt reminded to go back to them. 

they sit around on the airplane runway by the end and softly talking

grian does most of the talking as doc listens w a soft smile

a loud yawn interrupts grian and before he knows it doc leans his head against him and falls asleep

he did spent all night working after all. 

grian decides to stay there until he wakes up, and as hes waiting also falls asleep leaning too on doc

a bit later he wakes up back in his camper van and when asking the other hippies what happened there was just knowing smiles and a 

‘oh nothing, doc brung you back. something about trespassing’

was all needed to make grian blush

grian wasnt really used to the idea of sleeping alone. Alone in a bed its fine he can endure but alone in a big base ??? why did he do this to himself, huge base in the middle of the ocean cut away from people. big brain moment fo sure

[back in yhs he had 2 other people in the same house/room as him] [evo taurtis was close by even if he had to endure his solemn alone for the first few months]

so first it was mumbo, which w their already history friendship was more than fine w it.

then iskall who was first concerned and mumbo was unavailable so grian decided he was the next best option

and honestly who doesnt like cuddling ?? 

so, mostly he would break into the architects bases and sometimes they would just wake up w him there and after the umpteeth time it was to be expected

and then it was hippie time and grian really didnt have a quick way to get to either of the bases

and as much as he likes ren and impulse. they smell.

then he remembered someone else in the area

area77 to be exact

quickly flying over he found doc inside one of the hangers, laying down looking over some blueprints on a makeshift bed and dude

he looked cuddly

tall and strong = muscles = basically pillows

its free real estate

his foxes were sleeping near him, and one of them immediately yapped seeing him

there was a bit of shouting as Doc was obvs back to his ‘no fun [hippies] ‘ attidude before at the end blurting out a ‘what do you want?’

grian when telling other hermits he wanted to snuggle never felt embarrassed

but now he was

‘uh’

‘i’

‘i just wanted to ask if u wanted to cuddle’

akward laugh

doc blinked like 20 times hearing this w a soft ‘oh’ and a bit of blush on his organic side

‘well ok’ he layed back down and raised the blanket a bit to like say ‘come on’ 

this time it was grians turn to blink 50 times a second

and he was much less composed and his mind was screaming to leave but he walked over anyway

layed down beside down and doc let the blanket go covering them both

grian leaned his head on docs chest and doc put his arm around him

[AND HE WAS RIGHT DOC IS CUDDLY]

And god the two were so red both of them, akward messes but after a few seconds they moved closer and moved about so its comfortable for both and fell asleep

then from that point every once in a while grian would pop in for evenings and for the first few times he had to seek doc out 

then slowly it became once a week to, twice a week, every second day and eventually grian muscle memory would just fly him out in the evening to a77 

where doc would make sure to be in one place- and actually sarted putting more pillows and blankets in one place to sleep there each night.

grian would find doc staying awake waiting for him. and when grian slid into his arms immiedietly crashing

grian also made sure to be on time, although w the architechs he would show up sometimes when they were already asleep he liked talking to doc before or seeing his smile when he showed up

and each time they would lay down and just sink into eachother as both of their shoulders relaxed and breaths slowed down- grian had butterflies in his stomach

[seongwhy]

ateez reaction the their crush making the first move

hongjoong

hongjoongie !!! would be so happy !!! that you felt that way about him !!!!

he didnt make a move bc he didnt wanna make u uncomfy :(( so he disregarded his feelings for u

unknowingly to him, u like him back !!!

but since this lucky man didnt get the hint (and with all the touching and attempted flirting you're surprised he didnt)

you decided you had to make the first move

but being all nervous and shi ,, you gotta plan it out

just like hongjoong u dont wanna make him uncomfy !! yall the same mfs

so what u planned to do was grab some takeout and bring it to hongjoong when hes producing an chat him up an shit

and once u get to his place and have him all alone your heart starts racing

and so does his !!

and you're eating and laughing and has showing you a beat he just made

and you put your hand on his leg and hes like big eyes blushing and his mouth drops a lil

and you're like 'this is rlly good hongjoongie' bITHX HES CRYIGN

IM CRYING

and you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his mouth and hes just

'o-oh thank you' he says

and u smile at him and ask him to show you more

he takes a second to recover but blushes even more

and ur ready to kiss him til he stops blushing

so u do

but he doesnt

seonghwa

seonghwa tries his best ok

he just really likes you

so he ends up stuttering and tripping and literally falling for you

like oh one time he was trying to bring you water and he got too excited and was running and some of the water from the full glass fell on the floor and he just slid right on that shit

thank god you had your back turned talking to yunho bc holy shit he didnt know what hed do if u saw that

but the rest of the boys will never let him live that down

'hyung, remember when u fell trying to get water fo-' 'shut up wooyoung'

but seonghwa is just a shy lil boy around you fam

and it's not like you didnt notice bc hed be rlly chill rlly calm and funny when he doesnt know you're around

and then he sees you and hes all 'o-oh hi I'm going to go w-wash the dishes' he cleans when hes stressed

and when u ask the boys what's up w him they're like '..... are u dumb'

anyway after that it was just so obvious

youd catch him staring and make eye contact and hed look away so fast

but you didnt miss dem red ass cheeks

and you honestly like the attention he gives you

and when he gains a little confidence around you and makes a joke or does girl group dances or smth

you cant resist him

so one day you go over to the dorm and tell all the boys that they're all gonna have to leave so that u can get seonghwa to yourself

and they reluctantly agree bc 'but I'm tireddddd'

and when seonghwa gets home hes like . where is everyone.

and you're like 'oh them??? they just went to the store to get snacks I'm sure theyll be back soon come watch this show w me'

and hes like ,,, right

and you're just smiling and nodding and patting the seat next to you

so he sits obviously sweating

and you're watching this show and hes watching you

with every laugh nd movement his stomach coils a lil

and after a bit you look at him

and you're looking at each other

and you're eyes are watching his lips and you just say yolo and go for it

hes taken aback at first but leans into it

and you're a rlly good kisser

then you pull back nd hes looking at you with the prettiest smile on the prettiest face you've ever seen

'thank u' he says 'for what?' 'for that'

'just kiss me again dummy'

yunho

puppy!! lil baby boy!!!

ok so like the first part , let's say you two have been besties for a while now

and it's just a mutual attraction and mutual liking ykno

but yunho doesnt want to mess up the friendship you guys have by trying anything

the members are all 'bruh she likes you back' and hes like 'nuh-uh you're lying'

like.... they told u sis

and one day wooyoung tells you like.. listen sis yunho has a crush on you but he refuses to do anything abt it bc hes worried itll ruin your friendship that I wouldnt even call a friendship bc of all the sexual tension but wtvr

and you slap him across the chest for that last part but

wait,,, yunho has a crush on you ?????

'are u sure ???' 'yes, bITCH ARE U BLIND'

blind w love babyyyyyyyy

this is groundbreaking news bc what the heck your longtime crush and bff likes you back !!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so one day bc you guys are honestly just so comfy around each other and you've been holding back for so long theres no reason to delay this any longer

you walk up to his room where the door is closed and knock on it (u guys have a special knock)

and he opens and you latch onto him and kiss him

tangling your hand in his hair and clutching the shirt hes wearing

and he immediately kisses you back

no hesitation

but then

'guys. I'm still in here. like im happy for u but god just do a quick room check next time will ya' san says walking out of the room shaking his head

you both blush and turn to look at each other

yall laugh then shrug your shoulders and yunho says 'are u sure abt this? I dont want to wreck what we have'

'I'm more excited about what we're gonna have baby' you say, and he smiles, nods and leans in to kiss you again hehehehehe

yeosang

ok dis man loves his chocolate

and you know that so .. you decide to make him sum desserts!! a whole bunch

bc you LIKE HIM

and u want him to LIKE YOU

and the best way to get yeosang to fall for u is by giving him chocolate right

but what you didnt know is that he already likes you (shocker!!!)

so you bake up some brownies and cookies and cupcakes and idek other chocolate tings

and bring them all over to the dorm for him to try

and hes so excited !! 'chocolate!!! for me !!!!'

'yes !! all for u yeosangie'

he just looks as you in awe and love

and picks up a fork ready to take a bite

he stops tho and looks at you and licks his lips

and you blush but laugh

and he puts the food in his mouth and just dies because its SO GOOD

and hes just mouth open eyes wide 'holy shit'

'what?? you dont like it'

'nonononono I LOVE IT'

and he runs around the kitchen counter and hugs you so tight

'thank you!! this is amazing!!' he says looking directly into your eyes

'youre amazing' you say

'what?' he says 'o-oh nothing nothing I didnt say anything'

',,,, you just called me amazing !!! omg YOU JUST CALLED ME AMA-'

hes cut off by you pressing your mouth against his

he pulls away and says 'what was that for?'

'I had to get you to shut up somehow'

yeosang laughs and leans down towards you but gets cut off again!!!! this time with a 'omg are these cookies??????'

',,, get out mingi'

san

bruh yunho looks so funny wtf

sannie is such a happy boy :(

his life goal is making you laugh or smile

he just wants u to be happy!!! and his smile is so contagious!!!

and that's why you fell for him

and now everytime he makes u laugh or smile or smth a lil bit of a blush creeps up your cheeks

san doesnt seem to notice tho but you're ok with that

n e way

yall get along rlly well

hes the reason you're at the dorm every friday night for movie night

and someone chooses a horror movie

its scawwy

and san (tho also scared) sits next to you so he can whisper jokes to u throughout the movie

through hushed giggles and smiles at one another u realize u wanna be in a relationship w this guy

and the next time you're at the dorm, you decided nows the time to make it happen

but when u see san he doesnt seem like himself hes slouched down on the couch cuddling with his stuffed animal staring at the tv screen with nothing playing

when he sees you walk over to him he perks up a lil but not like he usually would

so u sit next to him and ask what's wrong

he fiddles his thumbs and doesnt look at you

so u rub his shoulder and put your other hand on his thigh and ask him again

this time he just looks at you

'I'm sorry' he says

'for what?' 'you're not smiling and it's my fault'

'san!!!! it's ok you dont have to be happy all the time!!!! especially not for me'

his head hangs and he sighs

you lift his head and kiss him slightly

'its ok' you whisper

instead of saying anything back, he leans his forehead to yours

you kiss him again

and again on his lips cheeks forehead nose hands

and by the end of it hes shyly smiling

'there it is!! theres my boy'

he hugs you and for the rest of the day you stay snuggled up on the couch

that day it was up to you make him smile

and you did !!!

mingi

mingo mango

the gif is what he looks like whenever you're near him

hes always whining for you whenever you're not

and when hongjoong sent you a video of mingi doing just that you though it was the funniest thing ever

'I wish y/n was here you're all a bunch of losers' 'you guys suck!!! I miss y/n'

freakin hilarious

this is something u love making fun of him for

liek damn mingi am I that special? I didnt know u liked me that much? u got a crush on me mango?

and u notice that whenever you ask that question, no matter how much of a joke it is, he never gives you an answer

but u dont rlly think about it until you start developing a crush on him

at first it's like,, oh what a baby hes so cute eating the food I made for him

and then it's like wow I wish he would dance on me like dat me too sis

and then u start complaining whenever hes not around 'wheres mingi?? I've been waiting for like an hour' nd 'ykno what would make this even better? mingi'

and everyone is like ok we get it u like mingi

and when mingi catches whiff of this oh boy it's over for you

'so ig it's me that's special now huh?' he tells you one night

'what?' 'u gotta crush on meeeeeee y/n's gotta crush on mingiiii'

and you roll your eyes because . idiot

but then step closer to him and say 'maybe I do'

and that's when his eyes go wide 'wait rlly???' he asks and you can hear the hope in his voice

'all I'm saying is that if you kissed me rn I wouldnt be opposed' is what you say back

and kiss you he does

wooyoung

ok so wooyoungie and u

have such blatant chemistry

yall are constantly flirting and idk yall just click

but u dont notice it

I mean u see the eyebrow wiggles and sly smiles some of the members give u

but all that does is confuse you

one day when wooyoung is in the washroom yunho says 'so you nd wooyoung huh?'

and you're like ...huh

yunhos like 'u dont like him? all yall do is flirt'

and when he says that a whole wall came down in your head

a wall blocking you from accessing emotions of attraction and love and shit you're emotionally scared sis

and you turn firetruck red

yunho just laughs and says 'I knew it'

wooyoung comes back and asks what's going on

'I'll just leave u two alone' yunho says chuckling

you glare at him as he leaves youre gonna get him back for that

but wooyoung doesnt sense anything and swings his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him

and he asks what you wanna do for the night

but you're quiet and distracted with these new feelings you've just found out you have

wooyoung asks if you're okay

and you look up at him but suddenly cant look at him in his eyes. his really pretty eyes

so you turn around and go to grab your stuff bc you 'forgot abt that... thing' you have to do

wooyoung, confused watches you scurry across the room

'uh.. ok.. I'll see you tomorrow?'

'yeah yeah see you' you say not looking at him

you just need to figure your feelings out and then you can see him again

so back home you're racking your brain tryna figure out if theres anything you can do to stop yourself from falling in love w wooyoung

and speak of the devil, u get a call from wooyoung

u contemplate not picking up but decide that wooyoung is still your best friend

'hello?' 'y/n!!! are you ok?? you left really suddenly earlier' 'yeah wooyoung I'm fine dw'

'are you sure? we dont want the prettiest person alive to feel sad now do we?'

you open your mouth to say something back but nothing comes out

'y/n?'

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you ask 'are you still free?'

'uh for u? always'

blushing even harder now you say 'I'm coming over' and end the call

once you get there you're knocking on the door frantically

wooyoung opens up with a 'jeez y/n what's the ru-'

you basically jump on him and kiss him hard

you latch your hands onto his shirt nd he wraps his hands around your waist

when you pull away for air, wooyoungs looking at you with a smile on his puffy red lips

you smile back and say 'that was the rush'

wooyoung smiles harder and pulls you back into him

'took you long enough'

jongho

jongho cant believe u two have met

you're one of his favourite new idols

and you met at a show

and you told him how amazing ateez's performance was

blushing, he tells you how much he likes your music

you ask him if hes hungry to which he says yes bc 1) hes always hungry and 2) he cant say no to u ever

so u buy him one of those sandwiches w the jam and the coleslaw or wtvr you know what I'm talking about

and you sit to talk and eat for a while before you have to leave

you ask for his number and tell him you'll call him sometime

and you do

all the time

at first hes shy and boyish which makes you laugh

but after a while he gets comfy and will brag and sing to you and joke

you guys catch each other up on everything

he tells you all about the boys and the boys all about you

and you realise how good a listener this guy is nd how handsome!! and cute

and so at the next show you see him at you walk up to him

and with your heart doing flips and take his hand and tell him to walk around with you

he does and you lead him to a less busy hallway where you just look at him and say 'I like you'

jonghos like... wait. huh. what. wait i- and hes blushing so much even his ears turn red

'me? you like me? bc I like you too and if you're joking or something I would be really sad and I've told the members that I like you and they made fun of me so this would be great of u did like me but if you dont and this is a joke id be really upset' and hes rambling and not looking you in the eye

so you lean in and kiss him

'it's not a joke' you say

'its,, not a joke? are you sure?' 'I'm sure'

'you're sure' 'are you going to keep repeating everything I say? or are u gonna kiss me again?'

jongho, blushing even harder now, chooses the second option

[gayspock]

dont rb, dont rply

fr fr i dont kno im just sad again xoxo.. ive just spent weeks at this point with my sleep all fuckd up, and my head all fuckd up and i cant manage to do anythin at all. i just sit up and fuckn stare at the wall until i pass out again .   feel lonely feel like shit. jst wish i could fuckn manage anythin but i genuinely fuckin cant i cant even try at anyhting any more im just so fuckn broken down  . and i know , i know its not worth it bc even when i do manage to d literally anyhtign its jsut... so, so pathetically insignificant and its just drowned out instantly..... and i wish the world would just stop  turning but it fuckn wont . im just getting further away from ebverything, spending my fuckn time crying and tryin not to fucking off myself and for WHAT for WHAT man bc its not foing to spent doin anything worthwhile.... just reduced to fuckn shell and im wasting more of it away and fucking everything up bc i cant do anything!! no matter how hard i try its jsut all so fucking worthless, and im so alone, and i cant fight for any of it man i jsut want to die. i just want to fuckin die!  and i just wish it mattered do u kno wht i mean. i wish it mattered tht it all sucked, at least, but it doesnt it never does .... i fuckn cry like this every night for years and  never fuckn changes andi jsut think man. i jsut think. abt wht its paid off to try staying alive. i think abt killing myself as a miserable 12 y.o , and i think abt killing myself now as a 20 y.o old and there isnt a single lick of difference. those 8 years burnt away and meant nothing man.  nothing at all. it wouldnt have mattered if i disappeared then and it wont matter now . it really fuckn wont . i could wlk in front of a train and it wont mean anythin and it wont mean anythin tht i bothered to live .it was just as worthless as i felt it all was  and i dot know man. i dont kno. everyone alwyas says theyre sad like this and depressed btu i just feel so fucking hollow bc it just feels like ... even then they at least have friends or at they least have soemhing and im just . not anything . at all . and i just sit here. and stare at walls and cry and hit myself  . there is ntohing to comfort urself with... theres no reason to wnt to be alive bc there genuinely just is nothing there for me and i dotn know. i dotn kno. i cant do anyhting man. i cant  and whtn i say tht i cant i really mean i cant. i cant read i cant watch shit i cant do anyhing i can barely manage it without breaking down any more i cant even do the most bare basic fucking shite without fucking collapsing in on myself an di dont know wht the point is. why fight for tht. why man . and i jsut. again i feel so fucking lonely and m just fucking mad as fucking hell right now  and (cry scream noise) i dnt kno wht to do with myself . i dont kno wht to do . u kno when u sit there and try to think abt other times u’ve been sad. try to think of it and think of it getting better . but then you realise it never did. nothing ever changed. ur the same lonely and isolated as u were back then as you are now. u still feel all the same horrible feelings. you try but it doesnt change. doesnt go away. u wish u werent still bitter, but u cant move past anyhting bc ever since its just. h, and it doesnt seem to matter wht u do. it just fucking stays like tht. i  dotn know i jsut wnt to feel like im alive in some capacity but i jsut fuckn sit alone and talk to myself and cry for days  and its so pathetic and  i have to go for antoehr appointment next week bt i jsut want to skip it man. its so pointless  its jst so fuckn pointless i just fckn wnt to die i cant face any of it i cant take any of it and its so , so barren. it really is just all so fucking barren. i dont kn this is so stupid do u ever jsut sit there and stare at eveyrne else and theyre so colourful and thy have things tht mean stuff to threm and ur just sat there sobbing bc everythin just fuckn . gggod i dont know. when ppl ask wht u do. wht u like. and theres just ntohing there. i think abt all the shit and its just to distract myself and id otn care do u kno wht i mean. and i jsut.. i dont know i just. E

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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[the-skooma-den]

Aight! part 2 to my whole shebang on my eso main syke! Part 1 is here and it covers the basics of who/what she is. This one is how she goes through the main plot, all thats under cut

And here is a directory to both posts about her, as well as the ones about her siblings

Were gonna do this bullet point style .also just assume the main plot quests are going on at the same time, the “main” quest remains relatively unchanged aside from her relationship with Abnur Tharn, who is her grandfather, which although it sounds important really isnt because she hates him. 

Pre main plot: Mostly covered in the previous posts

 Her time before the main plot, as a member of the brotherhood.  At the time of her kidnapping she was mentally a wreck and moments away from a mental break. She was on a lot of drugs and was drunk pretty often, it was a very bad scene. On top of that morally speaking was pretty ambiguous if not downright evil.She was actually infamous in the brotherhood for her ruthlessness. (It’s actually a common story to tell the new recruits about the time she slit a babies throat in front of its mother because the mother got in her way). Overall unsympathetic and completely apathetic to worries of the world around her. 

It’s worth noting that deep down she was already ashamed of herself, which fueled a lot of her unhealthy behavior. She doesnt see much wrong with how the brotherhood operates in general (she was literally raised in their cult so not much surprise there) But her earned reputation as being brutal was not one she was proud of 

Eventually she was drunk one night and was captured and sacrificed by the worm cult, thus starting the main plot

Cold Harbor: She was in cold harbor for a long long while ,she’s not actually sure how long she was there. It felt like years, but when she got back to nirn she had only been missing for about 6 months, and some of the injuries she couldve sworn were there for a months looked only hours old when she escaped. Her experience there haunts her for a long time,pretty much the rest of her life, but she does her best to deal with it. Her time here cause her first real shift, because now she cares about something. Even if it’s just caused he pissed her off. She’ll stop at nothing to stop Molag Bal even at the cost of her life. Which might not really be an issue in the first place, as thanks to her lack of a soul she is essentially immortal. Whenever she “dies” her body falls to the ground and her concienness is left to wander nearby while it magically heals (unless the body is completely destroyed, then she ends up at a wayshrine a while later)

Cold harbor is where she got her most prominent scars. The shackles around her neck (mostly on the back of her neck) and wrists and lashes on her back. All of her piercing were ripped out as well. Her hair is extremely matted and overall shes just gross and uncomfortable She also has 2 neat and precise stab wounds above her heart from manimarco.

Khenarthi’s roost/ Auridon: After Razum-dar drags her out of the ocean looking like hell, She’s so dazed from ya know,dying and coming back to life that she doesnt bother coming up with any kind of character or disguise, she barely even has the mind to come up with her fake name,Syke.

When he dredged her up he immediately brought her to healers and though they had to work pretty quickly they fixed her up well. They cut off all the matted bits of her hair (which she later fixed into her little Mohawk thing), they healed up all her tears from the piercings being ripped out. They also healed up the wound from the shackles and whips the best they could ,they couldn’t do it all the way through but they made sure it wouldn’t get infected at least, but there was no way to stop it from scarring.

She actually does know who Raz is even though they’ve never met, she’s just heard of him. She figures “Hey getting the support of the Queen and her spy force would be useful” so she goes along with it and helps him. She manages to conceal the fact she knows who he is pretty well, but he is still suspicious. (which to be fair a women who was recently pretty clearly a prisoner falling out fo the sky and clearly being a experience fighter and mage isn’t exactly normal). She proves herself dangerously competent, extremely useful (and also kinda hot) so Raz asks for her help on Auridon as well. 

Only a few notable divergent from the main plot of things happen while on  Auridon. The first is that after she is appointed as an Eye of the queen she asks the queen to speak privately for a moment and while no one knows 100% of what they spoke about, the main thing is that this is when Syke explains the whole “I have no soul and am planning on killing Molag Bal to get it back” thing. As his invasion is starting to really mount up by this point the queen promises to support the endeavor whenever it happens so on so forth.

The second is an extra moment between Raz and Syke after the quest at Mathiisen. Basically She looks at Raz and realizes since she’s met him like 4 of his friends have died. She’s not very good with people or emotion but, well they may not really trust each other but they still like each other…and she’s at least pretty sure they're friends,all his other friends are kinda dead, she figures she might as well TRY to comfort him. This ends up with them getting absolutely smashed in the local inn and is basically an excuse for exposition because Raz knows almost nothing about her at this point. He does end up learning quite a bit about her, including that she’s from a little town north of silvinar (which honestly, kinda obvious. She has a pretty strong east bosmeri accent even after living away from there for years and years), and that she’s at least somewhat noble with little to no interest in claiming her titles. She greatly downplays HOW noble she is. He returns the favor and tell her he’s from a little farming village and She immediately guesses what part of Elsweyr hes from, shes spent a lot of time there in her youth, and she could identify that southern Anequina accent anywhere. After this she takes to jokingly calling him Farm Boy…if only in private. They also learn more about each others families, though it mostly amounts to funny stories about their younger siblings.

They wake up horribly hungover (and naked) the next day and go on their separate ways for a bit. (aka, he goes to meet up with the Queen on their way to the festival in skywatch, Syke goes and does some sidequests and then they meet up during the festival. The plot continues)

Last little side note here is her addiction to skooma and other drugs. Dying, spending a long time in spooky terrible ghost hell prison, and then kinda but not really coming back to life has some pretty funny affects on a person. She didn’t get any kind of magical cure for her addiction, she was basically just forced to go cold turkey for god knows how long. She’s in an ok enough mental space to at least refuse skooma, but she still hits the alcohol pretty frequently.

Valenwood:  Valenwood is where things get a little conflicted with her personal life, Namely because of her sister, Nia. (more on her in part 1 but quick summary, she ran away almost 10 years ago and faked her death,and then showed up with the bosmeri noble members of their family completely denouncing her, their mother and the rest of their family)

So while Syke is off doing the main quest in Valenwood, Raz puts together that one of the Dominions biggest supporters among the Bosmeri Nobles matches Sykes description of her sister. Raz decides to tell said Noble about the whole thing and she confirms that, that sounds a LOT like what happened between her and her sister. Raz learns a bit more about the whole family drama he has somehow stumbled into, including the whole “Nia ran away Thing, but doesn’t learn much about Syke specifically. Just that her and Nia are actually cousins, they have different last names and that she’s pretty much always gone by fake names or nicknames (and that Nia is working of the correct assumption that Syke wouldnt appreciate her real name being revealed) 

Nia at this point, does not regret leaving and knows it was what was best for her, but defiantly regrets how she did it. Raz informs her that hes actually going to see Syke at Marbruk and invites her along to try and apologize to Syke.

Raz is expecting some heart felt reunions and tearful apologies and is of course surprised when Syke didn’t even let Nia say two words. She saw Nia, was stunned enough that Nia took off her mask without struggle but before she could get even 2 words out Syke decked her. Hard

So Raz talks to Nia (once she wakes up) and learns some alarming things from her. Mostly why Nia ran away in the first place (she didnt want to be a member of the dark brotherhood and being a impulsive teenager who figured that faking her death was the best option) and that yeah, Syke is not just a member of the brotherhood, but a really notable one,and also a lot about her …disturbing reputation in it. Not to mention the fact she’s a bit higher up on the nobility scale then she originally implied…by like a lot. She is pretty close to inheriting several thrones and important titles, and is by the way, Abnur tharns granddaughter.

Raz, of course, runs to the Queen to deliver the information that yeah, their extremely efficient new recruit is a member of the brotherhood, and is the granddaughter of the man who tortured her. The Queen already knows. Syke isnt dumb, she figured this might come up eventually and told the Queen first chance she got (remember that conversation in Auridon?). Ayrenn agreed to continue letting her be an Eye,with the understanding that if Syke ever moved against the Dominion she’d be killed on the spot. As for the Abnur Tharn thing, well Syke never really knew him. At the time of the Auridon conversation she had never met him, and you can’t really hold a person accountable for the actions of a relative she never knew… Course Syke had at this point met Abnur tharn multiple times but even someone with zero social grace like her understood that this was not the time to mention it.

Raz is pissed at Ayrenn and Syke for not telling him any of this, Syke is pissed at Nia for…everything she’s done for almost 10 years, and Ayrenn and Nia are getting along surprisingly well (and lowkey are kinda dating). Nia follows Syke around for the rest of the main Dominion plot, Syke is not happy about it but damn Nia’s hard to shake. Nia is as stubborn as her sister and If Syke won’t forgive her then she can at least try and help get her sisters soul back.

The Raz and Syke thing gets resolved before the end of Valenwood after another brief conversation where it really hits Raz with the pure amount of shit Syke’s been through and is still going through.

Yeah hes still mad, but shes desperately trying to apologize to him and honestly sometimes you have to cut a person some slack. Whatever her reasons for joining in the first place she is genuinely loyal to the Dominion (if she wasn’t those giant golden wing tattoos on her back were a real stupid move). There’s no way around the fact he’s a little intimidated by her now, for several reasons really. And it sucks and it hurts her but you can’t really blame him.

The main plot counties as it does, though I like to think they get a slight break at the end to actually enjoy the celebration appointing the new Silvinar and Green Lady for a couple days before things go to shit and she has to run out to reapers march.

Appearance wise, shes starting to replace her Piercings and she’s getting tattoos to cover her scars. Golden Laurels around the shackle marks and Golden eagle winds to cover the whip marks on her back. She really believes in the Queen at this point and thinks Ayrenn is the best bet Cyrodill has, to the point she’s decided to represent it on her body.

Reapers March: (technically part of Valenwood I think but i figure it deserved its own part)  Even more shit hits the fan now, cause being declared an important figure in a completely different religion isn’t something that’s gonna help a crisis of faith. So a few things happen here.

A third member joins the party, Syke’s little adoptive brother Jo’Thera, a Khajiiti Necromancer and fellow member of the brotherhood shows up. He was besides being her little brother, easily Syke’s best friend. He knows She’s been unhappy for a long time now and when she disappeared he was the only one who didn’t just assume she killed herself. The moment he heard a rumor that a woman who sounded a lot like Syke was running around the Dominion territory he took off after her. (side note, the reunion between him and Nia isn’t as violent as her and Syke’s, its just bitter and cold and sad). He was never really all that loyal to the brotherhood, he was mostly in it for his family so when Syke explains the situation he’s just fucking ready man, ride or die. Fuck it lets go off the grid, tearing credit cards and shit if she’s out then he is. (She’s not actually out yet, leaving was never in the question for her. She desperately wants to get back to her famly she just wants her soul back first. He’s just supportive)  and Syke is considerably happier to have him along then she was Nia (who while ostracized by her siblings, is still following along). He kinda creeps everyone out, cause on one hand he’s a perfectly cheerful friendly man. On the other hand he’s a necromancer assassin. It’s just an unsettling combination...It doesnt help that he aware hes creepy and finds unsettling people extremely fun. 

So of course Senalana happens. She lets Raz live, so he is of course extremely mad. and thats a whole damn thing. It’s not to different from what happens in game, just imagine afterwards it’s more of a real argument rather then Raz just yelling at her, also its longer. And also imagine some more romantic tension between the player and Raz .LIke they aren’t really dating yet, but they've defiantly banged multiple times and theyre both lying about not having feelings for each other

She does have a good reason for letting him live outside of their growing romantic relationship. She doesn’t really believe in the dominion so much as she believes in Ayrenn and Razum-dar. She’s seen to much of the Dominion from the inside and out to really think well of it, but she knows Ayrenn. And she knows Raz. If someone has to be emperor/empress of her home she’d prefer it to be Ayrenn. However she is also convinced the Ayrenn won’t be able to do that without Raz specifically, Syke has seen them work together and at least from Sykes point of view if one loses the other then any hope the Dominion has of winning this war is fucked.

Anyway that whole argument ends up in a shouting match at the end of which Syke takes the circlet,disappears for a few weeks, hides it her own damn self and then continues on the main quest.

This is the main reason why it really took Raz and Syke so long to get together, if it weren’t for this they would have been together before Syke went back to coldharbor easy. This complicated things a bit, made them both think

Syke chooses Shazah as the Mane and was really torn up by Khali’s death. This only real difference between this and the canon quest is that she actually threatens Shazah towards the end of it, like full on knife to throat, right after watching Raz and Ayrenn die. Basically saying that if any of this comes to pass, Syke will hunt down the traitors first, then Shazah. And if it comes to it she’ll take the Ruby throne for herself (one of those moments that everyone remembers that she is a noble woman, even if she doesnt use the title. and also that no one but her really knows just how high up she is). Shazah asks her if she loves him. (him being Raz, she did just watch Syke sob over his body, then only tear up a little at Ayrenns corpse). Syke doesn’t Deny it, she doesn’t say anything. They just keep moving.

(Also Raz and the rest were being kept updated on what was happening during the whole ceremony and up until this point it was basically a mix of dark humor about their own deaths and sympathy for the girls having to go through it. At this point it goes dead quiet, eyes turn to Raz, and im not gonna extend this further by adding a pic of the surprised pikachu meme but in spirit its here and representing Raz’s face)

The main plot keeps on rolling till it’s time to storm cold harbor. She does go in alone though, despite her siblings insistence, she refuses to put them in danger of losing their souls to.

She has one final conversation with Raz before she goes, they admit nothing cause theyre stubborn bastards but they do apologize to each other 

Cold Harbor: There’s really not much different here about how syke goes through it. The only things of note are that she’s terrified for the whole thing and also makes friends with a few of the other reoccurring characters, namely Darien, who i think shows up earlier then he actually does in game because he basically ends up her sidekick through the whole thing (though he might say otherwise). She is suitably distraught when he disappears. She helps out in the search for him whenever she can spare the time after that.

The Dlc start to happen about a year after the main quest (that year is when all the things like that mages and fighter guild happen). At this point her hair does keep going grey but once the stress of “I have no soul and i’m going to fight a god” goes away it slows down a lot. The worst of her scars are already covered by tattoos and her favorite piercings have already been replaced, so this point any additional piercings and tattoos are just for fun because she likes them.

as for the last 2 drawings,One is just her in game look,I thought it be fun to put in here. the other is just a reminder that she almost always wears a mask and that variations of this mask are the only thing most characters will ever see of her.

[crazyalien87]

ok i hate the plot of avengers endgame bc it is shitty writing. so im gonna rant about it now. major spoilers ahead.

there are 2 big ass plot holes that make no fucking sense: 1, why they send nebula to where she was in the past? & 2, why tf didnt they fo and steal pym particles from pym BEFORE all the other time travel to get the stones?

the furst is the worst. why the fuck didnt these fucking idiots sit around and talk for more than like two minites when planning the time travel? oh my god. what the fuck. like im pretty dure nebula KNEW or at least suspected that she was there near to where starlord was. surely she would have at least suspected that sge might accidentally connect with her past self via wifi or whatever & then let thanos find out the whole time travel plan. wtf. it makes no sense that these several people including 2 geniuses who figured out the time travel, didnt think of that. i lnow they really wanna undo the snap already but damn. it's not like they have to hurry. they couldve thought ahout it for a week or at least a day. literally the only reason the movie was so godamn long with this fighting with thanos is because these fucking fools didnt plan well enough. they couldve just sent nebula somewhere. it's not like what her & cheadle did was that difficult. a 3 year old with a taser could do that. they just had to knock out starlord, get his lockpick, open the door, & grab the sphere. easy. although now. i just remembered that nebula hurt her hand getting it. but the guy has the iron man suit so im sure he could do the same. maybe even stark couldve made a special suit arm that is really strong to withstand it better. idk i actuallt forgot who this cheadle guy is bc it was been so long since. i saw fhe iron man movies. im talking like several years. but either way they did not need 2 ppl for that. they shouldve sent nebula somewhere else. or even had her stay behind & gaurd the avengers mansion. idk. although she wouldnt need to be there if thanos wasnt alerted of the plan anyway. honestly. i am less mad now. i have calmed down. but i fucking hate this plothole. it is so glaringly obvious & stupid. literally the only reason it fucking happened its because the writers. wanted the movie to be long & have big fighting climax. i guarantee that i mean there is no way the writers are just that stupid right? or that the characters are that stupid? if they can figure out time travel they can figure out that 2 versions of the same robot/cyborg (idk which one she is) can connect telepathically on accident. like radios or smartphones idc. i just fucking hate it. like it does not actually make the movie better to make it extremely long due to unneccasry war with thanos. we already saw them fucking fight thanos. like damn it aint that interesting we dont need another version of that. or at least i dont. i mean just so iron man could die? altho i recently heard that it is because robert downey jr quit. ok fine but yoh dont gotta kill hos character? he can just retire godamn. he is just a genius in a suit. anyone can wear the damn suit. he coulda passed on iron man title to his friend like captain america did or something idk. like he say to spiderman "if you nothing without the suit then why give you the suit?" something like that. also i dont like the idea of superman being basically a mini iron man & also like 15 instead of an actual man with just spider powers but that is another issue.

also the other plothole is annoying but not nearly as bad as they fixed it. but obviously tony stark & steve shoulda figured out sooner that they can just go in the past & get more pym particles. it is insanely stupid that they didnt think of that first. reallg it makes mo sense that they didnt. like i can see MAYBE why they didnt do it at first if they thought it was too risky? (but really it was so easy for them). but like they couldve at least planned it out first. idk it is just ridiculous. i mean i get the superheros wanted to rush this getting the stones & unsmapping but damn. they know so much is at stake so isnt that more reason to sit around & talk it out & plan first instead of rushing it? goddamn. ngl idk why the writers didnt have them steal the pym psrticles before the stone stealing. maybe the writers are just stupid. there doesnt seem to be an reason or benefit from the writers' standpoint. not just the writers i mean but like to irl ppl lile the company of marvel & stuff compared to what the characters are thinking. like either way there would still be the scene of them going to shield & doing that except maybe they wouldnt need to get the tessaract. but probably would anyway bc it is easier. really it would be a simple rearranging of the plot points. whereas the thing with nebula is obviously a big change to the plot so they can extend the movie & have more fighting & more exciting climax & whatnot. bc you know if the characters hadnt made that mistake then the movie would be much less exciting. like hulk undoing the snap (why didn't he hold hands with thor or whatever to share the power & get less hurt like in the end of (spoiler alert) guardians of the galaxy one?) would be the climax. then after that we still have the steve returning stones thing. then people reconcile etc. the end. the movie would be much shorter & less exciting but for me it would be much better. because the glaring plot hole with nebula is just so annoying bc it doesnt make sense that the characters would be like that. they legit added a whole thanos war plot that was totally unneccessary & easily avoidable. i fucking hate it.